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I'm a bit stunned to note that this is the first Graham Greene novel I have logged here in almost eleven years of bookblogging - and that I don't appear to have any others on the shelves. (I was underwhelmed by a short story collection in 2006.) I certainly read at least a dozen of them as a teenager and a student, but I must have borrowed them all from libraries, or lost them in subsequent moves.

Somehow I'd never read this one, though it was a set text for some fellow-pupils at my school (can't remember if it was other classes at O-Level, or more likely those who did English at A-Level). In 1980s Belfast, the story of persecution of the Catholic church and its adherents by the agents of the State had local nuances which were not lost on any of us. Thirty years of scandal later, it's rather more difficult to see the church in potentially heroic light.

Of course Greene was a Catholic writer writing from an English point of view, and I wonder quite how true to Mexican religious practice his portrayal is - yes, I know that he had gone to Mexico for four months in 1938 to see the situation on the ground for himself, but it's also pretty clear that he went and returned with a narrative already in his mind. That side of things doesn't matter much now; Tomás Garrido Canabal, the Tabasco governor whose anti-clericalism Greene reported on, died in 1943, and the Catholic church has become its own worst enemy in Mexico as elsewhere.

Anyway, I think such a reading is far from the intended core of the book. Greene's real theme is heroism and redemption - an unlikely hero who finds it in himself to do the right thing, having been doing many of the wrong things, written at the outbreak of the Second World War when the Zeitgeist needed unlikely heroes. The unnamed hero has made a real mess of his life, and of other people's, but finds a moment or two when he can make a difference and rescue his own dignity. That much is a story that can be told in many times and places.


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Sep. 6th, 2014 06:22 pm (UTC)
This and The Heart Of The Matter were A level texts for me at the end of the 80s; I could see some of his being O level texts but probably not this one.
Sep. 6th, 2014 09:09 pm (UTC)
Hi Nicholas, I am glad that you put in that last paragraph. This was a set text for my 'A' Level in 1973 and I am afraid it had me puzzled. I just couldn't understand why the priest didn't leave.
Now of course I understand it. As you observe, the veracity of the history is not really important; it's the weak man who becomes a 'hero' in spite of himself, indeed, hating himself for being a hero.
It is retold in Bad Lieutenant with Harvey Keitel (one of his finest performances) and this also used the Catholic faith as its core. I wonder if this says more about the writers/directors than the nature of the beast. Man of us seek redemption, but I suspect that few non-Catholics feel so strongly about finding it, no matter what the cost.
I read most of Greene in my 20s and I still have the books. They are on my "re-read before I die" shelves (between Harris and Huxley for some reason). I think The Power and The Glory merits being a set text for the maturer readers -- but my life was too narrow in non-religious working-class "get up and get out no matter what it takes" South London for the problems tof the 'hero' to have any relevance for me.

Pete Birks
Sep. 7th, 2014 10:00 am (UTC)
Thanks, Pete. Of course I'm a little disingenuous to suggest that the Catholic context is beside the point - it never is, for Greene - and I take your point that it's a particularly (though I think not uniquely) Catholic narrative.

I was really shocked to realise that Greene is almost absent from my shelves. I have a couple of big reading projects on for the next few years, but will make up the difference by the end of the decade if I can.
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